I.

and I galumphed
to the rock salt
shore and
collapsed
waiting for
you
to run over
the dune’s
*****

II.

it had only been
a few minutes
but I could see
the rhino cloud
coming
full
steam
and spitting
fire
if only I had
the strength
but you stole that
from me
too

III.

the steam was
fresh against
my cracked
skin
I could feel the
salt melt off
into the
sand
crane swinging
jaws engulfing
my twisted
body

IV.

I did not find you
inside
only an
unbreakable bottle
with an
unreachable
note and a skeleton
with rings
on its
fingers

V.

my last dreams
were ones
of us
on a mountain
hot air balloon
shadow
specked against
the sunset
everything was so
big
the wind blew
your hair
everywhere
as I drank
in the
storm
this was the last
time I remembered
smiling

VI.

black expanse
with a little
white dot
popping from
corner to
corner
life always played games
with me
death was no
different

VII.

this creature
feared you
this creature
was a long visit
with fire burning
and love notes
this creature was
spit out by
your mouth
this creature
was loud by
your breath
this creature
spackled and
magnetized
never reborn
boat stench and
teeth
mashed
and mashed
again
raining on
your body as
the desert breaks from
its last
drought

VIII.

we will meet
again
I’m sure of
it.

My main memory remaining of you
Was the time I said "perspicacity"
And you told me it wasn't a word
I guess your just not aware
Of what it means
Or how you lack it

I held to my point
And even tried to make a bet
Five dollars
She promptly looked it up

She was unhappy when she told me I was right

You can go inside a door in your own mind,
which takes you to the singular consciousness
that we all draw from,
the universal truths inside yourself
hidden in the deepest parts of space

All the answers past present and future can be found
Just be careful!
when you go inside this door,
if you stay too long,
it will shut behind you,

and you'll **** yourself with your own mind.

I was building walls through the middle of the sahara using only cardboard, scotch tape, and bulldozers, when I got bored and decided my time was better spent looking up flowers on the internet that I would never see firsthand

I realized then how I wanted to be someone to follow so I bought an ant farm at Miller's Corner Store, and set them free but not without first covering my whole body in honey and letting it seep through my skin to sweeten my heart

I put the queen in my left shirt pocket

prophet tongue with
stabbing perceptions
i gave him my name
while in bed.

soft white curtains
though still chamber thick
cold steel hands
and the room sliced into pieces
by morning light
but haunted by night sounds
crept into open wounds of the heart

chills.

his hand
resting on my thigh while he snores
summer bruised and adventurous
though callous youth
with his unbandaged scabbed knee
skating last night.

moment forgotten in the carride
but a stone monument staring
at me on the kitchen counter.

every day,
I rewrite myself.
infinitive fingers and sinewy syntax for muscle,  bones of good solid prose as a frame.  my hair stays the same-- always five syllables long and inky black.
attitude slicker than Bill Shakespeare
sometimes a grin like Lewis Carroll
or an enigmatic e.e. cummings glint
in my eye is thrown in.
I always write in something I haven't written before.

maybe if I revise myself enough
I can overwrite my mistakes ;
just remove a stanza and
swap synonyms,
and I can start anew.

that would be nice.

but not all mistakes can be fixed
in the next draft just like that.
you've gotta bleed for your mistakes and you've gotta bleed for your words,you hear me?